Liu Xunhuan was originally proud of the power of his Lingbo Weibu.

But I suddenly discovered that the six swords did not fall after they were exhausted just now.

Instead, it locked his breath as if it had eyes, and shot towards him with a stronger force than before.

Damn it!

Only then did Liu Xunhuan remember that the other party had awakened the Star Soul! Being able to lock the other party's aura with weapons is one of the charms of the power of stars, which ordinary warriors cannot do!

He quickly activated Lingbo Weibu again, used all his star power, and ran away.

Swallowing...

Finally, Lingbo's micro-step was too exquisite, and Liu Xunhuan ran away with all his might. Six flying swords finally failed to stab Liu Xunhuan.

The six flying swords suddenly returned to Qin Ke's side, and were spinning spiritually beside him, as if protecting his master.

"This kid actually let him escape?"

Qin Ke raised his eyebrows and quickly chased him out, but where could he see Liu Xunhuan?

"What a wonderful step! But don't let this girl meet again next time, otherwise you will be nice!"

At this moment, outside the Biyue Pool, three young men in yellow looked at Qin Ke out, all of whom had their eyes wide open.

Qin Ke was originally wearing a tights, but now because his body was wet, his extremely beautiful curves were full of fatal temptation, which made them fascinated.

"I'll kill you again!"

Qin Ke suddenly realized that someone was peeking at him, and the tip of the flying sword beside him suddenly pointed out at the three boys in yellow.

"That's the Lingxi Little Flying Sword, which will automatically track people's breath and run!"

The three teenagers quickly ran for their lives, fearing that Qin Ke would be angry and kill them.

The young man just now was able to escape successfully under the attack of Qin Ke's Lingxi Xiao Feijian?

...

"What a fierce girl!"

With the help of Lingbo Weibu, Liu Xunhuan ran to an extremely ancient attic, still in shock.

"The Sutra Pavilion?"

Looking at the three ancient fonts of the pavilion, Liu Xunhuan thought to himself: There should be many martial arts and martial arts here, and I have to practice a few martial arts skills, otherwise I can only escape by relying on Lingbo’s microsteps when facing the enemy. It will be too much of an impact on me to show off!

The Sutra Pavilion is the important place of Juxing Sect and has a transcendent position within the sect.

When Liu Xunhuan entered the attic, he found fifteen disciples wearing different colors sitting upright on a wooden bench, holding ink pens in their hands, thinking hard.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe looked at that one and this one at a time, his eyes were filled with anxiety.

"Wrong, you, the first sentence is wrong!"

"You have only three sentences right! What a fool!"

"Hey, you seem to be a little right..."

The middle-aged man suddenly grabbed a disciple's white paper and browed.

However, when he saw the seventh line, he rolled his eyes, threw the white paper, and groaned: "I thought it was right, but it turned out to be less than half a page! It disappointed me so much!"

Fifteen disciples were forced to go crazy one by one, and they were also extremely anxious.

Because a disciple accidentally knocked over the ink and destroyed a volume of extremely precious ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion.

These fifteen people were all people who had borrowed ancient books. They were called to write them down based on memory, but because it was a bit time, how could they remember them?

"Are you so unserious when you usually learn martial arts? You can't remember it!"

The middle-aged man was extremely paced while criticizing loudly.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man saw Liu Xunhuan standing at the door.

"What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you come over and write it down quickly?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand at Liu Xunhuan.

"Hello, Master, I'm here to borrow..."

Liu Xunhuan originally wanted to say that I was here to borrow martial arts.

However, the middle-aged man directly interrupted Liu Xunhuan and groaned: "Okay, I know what you are here to do, hurry up and write it for me!"

After saying that, he pushed him directly to a wooden bench and sat down.

"Hurry up, this volume of "The Secret Records of Yi Jin" is a foreign land. This one is extremely precious! If you can write it out, please keep your life in Juxing Sect!"

"What? "The Secret Record of Yi Jin"?" Liu Xunhuan thought she had heard it wrong and was a little stunned.

Isn’t this book the prize I just won through the system lottery? He put it aside as a useless thing.

"That's right, it's Yijin's secret note. Write it quickly! If no one can write it today, no one is allowed to eat! No, each of you will have to hit dozens of boards to show punishment! How do you read books? I'm so angry!"

More than a dozen disciples were immediately scared and trembled.

Only Liu Xunhuan was confident in his heart, and he immediately asked the system to bless the book "Yi Jin Secret Record" in his spiritual consciousness.

Immediately, he took a look at the first sentence written by a boy next to him, and almost turned a frown. This book is indeed the same as the system book!

Without hesitation, Liu Xunhuan started writing quickly.

"The theory of marrow cleaning means that when a person is born, he will fall into the body, and his internal organs and limbs are stained with filth, and they will be washed away..."

Liu Xunhuan's pen was flying and he quickly finished writing two full pages.

The middle-aged man had no hope for Liu Xunhuan. After all, Liu Xunhuan's cultivation is too low, and it is obviously because his spiritual consciousness is not strong enough. How could he write more than other disciples?

However, seeing Liu Xunhuan writing so quickly, he looked surprised. The other fifteen disciples also looked at Liu Xunhuan very strangely.

"This junior brother must be writing nonsense!"

"That's right, we couldn't write half a page in a long time, but he actually finished two pages in one go?"

...

The middle-aged man also came over and gritted his teeth and said, "I can remind you that writing randomly will add to the sins!"

Even if you copy a book, it is impossible to be so fast!

Liu Xunhuan ignored him and continued to write.

The middle-aged man suddenly became a little angry and directly pulled the first page written by Liu Xunhuan, and didn't even look at it. He snorted coldly: "What you wrote is all wrong!"

Obviously, he was in a bad mood and started to blame him without even watching it, preparing to catch Liu Xunhuan and teach him a lesson.

“Where was wrong?”

Liu Xunhuan put down her pen and looked at the middle-aged man calmly.

"Hmph, here..."

The middle-aged man originally wanted to point it out casually, but his eyes swept on the white paper and his mouth widened.

The first three lines are all correct?

"Don't think I don't know. You just peeked at the disciple next to you, so you can write a few lines right..."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but soon, he couldn't speak again.

Immediately, the middle-aged man's expression became more and more serious, and his body was even trembling.

How is that possible!

The middle-aged man pulled over the second page again.

Then the third page...

Oh my God!

The middle-aged man widened his eyes. Although he could not write it out, he could still judge whether it was written correctly because he had read the secret notes of Yijin too many times, especially in the first few dozen pages.

And what Liu Xunhuan wrote was actually correct!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!